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So, this morning my wife and her sister have to spend the day at a Womens Expo downtown working a booth for their employer. Fine by me, since I wouldn't be caught dead at one of those in a million years. My wife's sister brought her husband up here and he has a plan to go hit the mall and get an ankle brace for an ankle he sprained a couple months ago. He mentioned that while he's out, he's probably going to go hit some stores or a mall and pick up some DVD's or hit a bar and have a beer or go out to lunch and grab a bite to eat somewhere. My wife's sister and her sister's husband both know that I have absolutely nothing going on today and even after my wife dropped a sly hint about me not having anything to do on THREE seperate occasions, neither her sister or her sister's husband still even picked up on it and thought to conjure up the idea of me maybe going with him to hang out.

Something similar to this happened at a Womens Expo that my wife and her sister had to work a few months ago. Now, I will admit that I had had a bad cold that weekend, but I was in the final stages of recovering from it and I also happen to be out of work, and even though my wife makes enough to easily support us, we try to keep expenditures down right now. Anyway, on that day, when they were done, my wife's sister whipped out her cell and called her husband and arranged for them (the sister and the husband) to grab a bite to eat at a mexican restaurant that is literally one block from our house and that my wife and I eat at all the time and love. My wife's sister didn't even think of inviting us and only when my wife dropped a hint about us living so close and having nothing going on that night, did her sister think to say "Oh...well...would you maybe want to come along too?". My wife said "Well, I would like to, but I couldn't go there without Mike. I mean, he's sick and we're trying to watch the finances right now." Her sister said "Oh, well, he doesn't HAVE TO come, ya' know. I mean, you can just come out with us and if you're still feeling that guilty about it, you can bring him some of your left-overs or something".

Long story short, with both of these instances occurring within the last 4 months, and having situations like this be not that rare to have happen on any given day, I've started to get the impression that either they don't like me or love hanging out with my wife, but could care less if I come along with her or not...or they're just plain rude and don't think they're being rude.

You make the call....Are these situations both pretty frickin' rude or not at all?